Lyka was sitting in one of the overly cushy waiting chairs in Madame Malkin's. She was already done with her fitting. It went about how every clothing fitting she's had since starting this life. Exclamations about how pretty she is. How she's so doll like. So on and so forth. It made her mildly keen on the thought of mutilating her face. Or somehow finding a dark wizard to cast that curse on her again. She wouldn't mind rocking an eye patch again.

She glances towards where Harry and Severus are being fussed over by her mother and Malkin. It was definitely a wonder as to how taken her mother had become over Severus. It made her wonder if her mother could sense something was off. Or if her mother had also noticed the bruises Severus had tried to keep covered during the entirety of their time together. Lyka wasn't sure so she just kept quiet to keep the attention off of her.

"Hmmm...I see they even have issues keeping vermin out of the well to do establishments," a much younger drawl sneers jokingly towards her.

Ah yes...she never did get quiet when she wanted it, "Draco...please take your sass and shove it up your ass." She opens her eyes and smiles brightly at the eleven year old version of her best friend.

He snorts in the most undignified way and perches himself on the arm of her chair, "You know...we're not supposed to know each other. But it seems we blew that one out of the water. I suppose it's hard to kill six years worth of bad habits." Draco shrugs slightly before pulling his shirt partially out of his pants. "How's Harry been holding up?"

"He cried into his breakfast." Lyka murmurs back, wondering how long before Harry notices that Draco was sitting next to her. Lyka also wonders if Harry will remember to not come running like he knows Draco. It was already bad enough that she forgot to pretend that she didn't know who he was. And it would probably be strange that they were acting like they had known each other for years. Even though that was the truth.

Draco scowls at hearing that Harry had been crying. Harry rarely ever cries. Except for that one time with the hippogriff. Yeah Harry had definitely cried then. A lot. "Am I correct is assuming that it was due to the suddenly having parents? Also known as the number one thing he wanted."

Lyka nods, still watching and waiting for Harry to notice. Ah there it was. Harry finally turns towards them and stops as though time is standing still. More like he's probably having a moment of debating whether to run over and hug Draco or to calmly approach. "Oh would you look at that. He's taking the Slytherin approach." Lyka comments as Harry comes to a decision and calmly approaches them with an inquiring look upon his face.

Once Harry was closer, it was quite obvious that all he wanted to do was hug Draco. But alas, some appearances had to be kept. "Ello there. Who are you and why are you talking to my sister?" Harry attempts his best imitation of James' 'Get away from my sister.' face.

"Draco Malfoy. You may have heard of me and my family," he snorts haughtily. "And I was simply wondering why it was that your sister was stealing my look. Because I'm sorry, but only one of us can be pale and ghostly."

Harry was trying very hard to remain looking serious. As though this was actually a serious conversation about serious things. "Well I'm Harry Potter. You may have heard of my family. Inventors of the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion? If you don't know about it you might want to consider investing in a few bottles."

Lyka stares at the ceiling, wondering how in the seven hells she ended up being related to one of the pompous arses and best friends with the other. Then she remembered, poor choices. "Could you lot please stop insulting each other for one moment." Lyka's voice raises high enough that Euphemia looks up from where she was speaking to Madame Malkin about other colors of robes.

"What seems to be the matter, my dears?" Euphemia notices Draco and smiles warmly. "Ah did you two make another new friend today?"

Just as both Harry and Lyka were about to answer, Draco beat them to the punch. "Hello! I'm Draco Malfoy. We were just discussing how we're all going to be in first year together and how we should try to sit together on the train ride."

Euphemia claps happily, "Oh that's absolutely wonderful!" Harry and Lyka both roll their eyes. Draco had always been able to get what he wanted so easily with a few silvered words.

Harry looks to Euphemia with a look of complete adoration, "Say mum, would it be okay for Draco to come spend some time at our house before school starts?" Harry began quivering his lip, aiming for a cute puppy look that Lyka had always found ridiculous. But somehow it always managed to win people over to Harry's side.

"Of course darling! So long as it's okay with Draco's parents." Euphemia smiles widely, her heart filled with happiness that her youngest children were already making friends before they even got to school.

Draco was about to answer when a tall man with the same platinum blonde hair enters the shop, "Actually I'll be able to ask my father now." Draco hops off the chair and walks quickly over to the man. After a short conversation, they walk back to Euphemia and the twins.

"Good afternoon. My son has just informed me that he's made friends with your children and was invited to spend part of the remaining summer at your home?" The man stares at Euphemia, hardly showing any emotion at all.

"Yes that's right. I'm Euphemia Potter, and these are my children: Harry and Lyka. They've become fast friends with Draco and are just adamant about getting to spend some quality time before the responsibilities of school start." Euphemia appears unaffected to Lyka by the man's ability to remain completely stoic even through the sudden situation.

"Abraxas Malfoy." The man looks sternly at both Lyka and Harry. Harry refuses to make eye contact with the man, instead looking back towards where Severus was acting like he was being tortured by Madame Malkin and her assistants. Lyka however looks right back at Abraxas, and finds herself surprised at the fact that he wasn't using legilimency. Just a man being a dad. How refreshing!

After several moments of what appears to be silent debate on Abraxas' part, he finally nods his consent and heads to another portion of the store to talk specifics with Euphemia. Severus at this point finally manages to escape the magical seamstresses and approaches the trio. He looks to the newcomer, "I see you've entrapped another." Severus offers his hand to Draco, "Severus Snape."

Draco smirks, "Draco Malfoy, everyone's best nightmare." Draco takes his hand and gives it a rough shake before turning back to Harry. "So Harry, what is there to do at your place?"

Author's note

Hello everyone! I just want to say thank you to everyone who has bookmarked/favorited this story! And a big thank you to those of you who have left kind and encouraging words!

Also just to let you all know there will be a very small time skip between this chapter and the next. But after this chapter is where the majority of the plot starts actually rolling. So stay tuned!